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Mar 10, 2008 12:37:59 GMT -5
Post by Azriel on Mar 10, 2008 12:37:59 GMT -5
He walked dominant as always into his territory. This was his place and the scent of his pack was drifting on the wind. However they were nto here presently. Nicomae was hunting, as he had seen, and Naomi was proboaly with Azzy. Then There was Zya, little snitch must have run away where he rejected her. Weakness, unloyalty, he knew he shouldn't have accepted her into the pack, but that damn Azmith had said it must be so.
He made his way to the den and into the dark shelter from the melting snow to await the others.
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